A tear stood in Jack's eye. This might be a good joke to some; but the elders of the party, who saw it, especially honest Tom Keeble, the lord of the evening, felt for the young man that respect which induced him to make a sortie or parley, in the hope of giving him relief. "Riches," said he, "as the jug stands by you, I shall call upon you for a song. Our young friend may, by the time you have entertained us, have recovered himself; and, after your song, I shall order the jug round to drink your health, if we do not get the lass." Now, Will prided himself upon his vocal powers, and was a bold, forward fellow. He had no objection to sing, nor had any of the company any objection to his song; and, truth to tell, all hoped the jug of brown ale would not be stopped long, either for the song or for "the favourite lass." So Will sang his song. "I'll sing you a new song," says he. "I'll sing you one in which you can all join in chorus in the house, as you have often done in the field. I'll sing you-- 'HALLO LARGESS.'" Accordingly, he lifted up his voice, and sang this truly happy and appropriate harvest song:-- Now the ripened corn In sheaves is borne, And the loaded wain Brings home the grain, The merry, merry reapers sing a bind, And jocund shouts the happy harvest hind, Hallo Large! Hallo Large! Hallo Largess! Now the harvest's o'er, And the grain we store, And the stacks we pull, And the barn is full, The merry, merry reapers sing again, And jocund shouts the happy harvest swain, Hallo Large! Hallo Large! Hallo Largess! Now our toil is done, And the feast is won, And we meet once more As we did of yore, The merry, merry reapers sing with glee, And jocund shout their happy harvest spree, Hallo Large! Hallo Large! Hallo Largess! Now the feast we share-- 'Tis our master's fare, May he long, long live Such a treat to give, And merry, merry reapers sing with joy, And jocund shouts the happy harvest boy, Hallo Large! Hallo Large! Hallo Largess! Now we join in song With our voices strong, And our hearts are high With our good supply, We merry, merry reapers joyful come To shout and sing our happy Harvest-Home, Hallo Large! Hallo Large! Hallo Largess!